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Farmers Super Market 3Are you writing to your sister, Miss Giddens? No, Miles, to your uncle. I knew you would finally. Did you? I suppose you’re telling him what a wicked boy I’ve been. It concerns you, in part, yes. Well, do be sure and give him my love. Miles, isn’t that the tune that Flora’s always singing? Do you like it? game Where is Flora? Isn’t she here? Shall I play you something else? Flora! game Flora! Flora! Mrs. Grose! Mrs. Grose! Flora, she’s gone! Miles planned it beautifully. Oh, yes, it was very clever. Quick, we must find her. Where? By the lake where we picnic. Where we saw Miss Jessel! You see? She’s taken the boat. All alone, that child? She’s not alone. And at such time, she’s not a child. She’s an old, old woman. Flora? Oh, there you are. I thought someone was watching me. And who did you think it was? Why, Miss Giddens, you came out without your hat. So did you. How did you get here, dear? In the boat. Miss? Miss Giddens? And when did you learn to row, Flora? Miles taught me. Why did you come here? I always come here when I want to dance, when I want to be alone. And who gave you that music box? I don’t think I remember. Miss Giddens? Oh, yes, I do. It was Mrs. Grose. No, it was not. Wasn’t it, Miss Giddens, dear? And where, my pet, is Miss Jessel? Where is she, Flora? Miss Giddens? Where is she? You know you can see her! Miss? Look, Flora, look! There! You know you can see her. I can’t! I can’t! Admit it! She’s there! You know you can see her! I can’t! I can’t! But look! She’s there! Stop it! I’m frightened! Stop it, miss. But you can see her. You must! Hush, hush, dear. Hush. She isn’t there. How could she be? She’s dead and buried. Hush, little lamb. I can’t see anything! I’ve never seen anything! You’re cruel! You’re wicked! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Flora! Take me away from her. She’s cruel! Take me away! Please take me away! Don’t look at her! Don’t look at her! She frightens me so! Hush, dear. Come on. Mrs. Grose! Come on. Come along. I like it when the fire does that. Don’t you? Shh. Hush, my love.